At that time, she never needed Mo Yuhan's guilt. What she didn't like most was other people's pity and sympathy. It was the same before and it is the same now.

"It's new year's Eve now, and I don't want to say something that will spoil the scenery. Yu Han, it's late. Go back to your room early and have a rest. On the first day of the new year's day tomorrow, keep in good spirits. See you tomorrow."

"Have a good rest. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

Mo Yuhan didn't say much, which was in line with his temperament. He seldom talked too much and hid a lot of emotions under his indifferent face.

When Mo Yuhan went to open the door, he found that the door couldn't be opened at all. At first he saw that he was by the door for most of the day. When he walked over, he found that the door had been locked. He did the same old trick again. No accident, it must have been his idea.

"As usual, you can rest in bed tonight. I'll just stay on the sofa. They will open the door automatically after this evening."

At the beginning, I really didn't feel any freshness in their old routine, but there was no way. They didn't feel bored and even enjoyed it.